After an entire semester during which we battled: you versus me, debating every minute point till we were both left exhausted and empty After what felt like endless one-on-one hallway conferences, during which I attempted to listen, truly listen, to all your feelings and give you objective feedback Today We: you and me, dressed in … More Semester’s End
It was almost Halloween and the whole school was glowing, lit with the bright orange light. you blasted through my door like dynamite through a mountain “Ms. C. Ms. C. Did you hear? Ms. __ is having a girl!” I smiled and nodded poker face, I told myself Poker. Face. Then, as if you dwelled … More the 2018.12
I am who I am. Not you nor your ordinance. I am me fully.
For you and only you, I woke. Early. Really early. On Vacation. You probably don’t remember, won’t remember, but I had traveled thousands of miles to meet you. It was chilly still, and in my bare feet, I came to say goodbye, knowing the next time you see me, you wouldn’t remember this brief, fulfilling … More Early
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on the red picnic tables air thick with pollen minutes after you left, well we asked you to leave for adult time another slew rotated in under the burning sun on … More And then goodbye…
It’s an 80 degree May day, I am sitting in front of twelve students, my advisees. Six eighth grade girls; six eighth grade boys. My twelfth year coming to an end and I have had this conversation hundreds of times with classes, individual girls; as fighting matches with my female students in the hallway, as … More Dress Code? Honor Me.